Sunday Night Waffles

Somewhere along the line, my family decided that dinner was optional on a Sunday night. It may have been because we’d often eat a late lunch or visit relatives, but whatever the reason, cereal was usually what was offered for…

Somewhere along the line, my family decided that dinner was optional on a Sunday night. It may have been because we’d often eat a late lunch or visit relatives, but whatever the reason, cereal was usually what was offered for…

I can picture it now: the bright yellow box of pancake mix, the tall, translucent pitcher filled with lumpy batter, the squeezable plastic bottle of something vaguely resembling maple syrup (already sticky with congealed sugar). These were the ingredients of a…

Nearly two years ago, our cousin came to visit for a few days to explore the new area where we had moved. After a few days of eating some regional dishes, we were ready for a change. He and my…

I have a lot of memories of bringing my mom breakfast in bed on Mother’s Day. Those childhood memories tell me that my siblings and I must have accomplished this every single year, arranging a tray with an orange juice…

My house feels chilly when I wake up on winter mornings. The radiators huff and grumble and squeal, but they can’t quite keep up with the frigid temperatures outside. This calls for a good cup of coffee and a hearty,…

I remember heading to class one crisp September day. The sky was a deep shade of blue with puffs of big white clouds passing overhead. As I breathed in that clear autumn air, I realized one thing: I wouldn’t make…